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Thor. One sexy fucker. And he knows it. Always strutting,
tail high, showing off those spunk-filled balls. Sheathing and unsheathing his
cock. Pissing a flood. Watching me, bestiality incandescent in his eyes. That
horse likes this boy. That horse knows this boy needs what's sprouting between
hind legs.

But Thor is only one of a small herd of stallions. Most have
turned on to bestiality. Turned on to me, that day after I came back, an ocean
of horse spunk bubbling from my butthole. Stallions aren't gay or straight. They're
breeders. Built to fuck. Find it. Fuck it. Fill it. Forget it. Best thing about
getting it on with horses? They don't want your love. Your affection. Their
looking for tight, hot hole. And when they're done it to you, they're ready to
do it again.

I never knew God till I knew stallion cock.

I'll blame that white stallion who prances through my
dreams, tail swishing, balls swaying, cock dripping, his shaft long as a
baseball bat but thankfully thicker, the head flaring as big as a dinner plate.
Yeah, that sexy bastard. He made it happen. I know it.

After me and Sultan got to know each other biblically, I'd
been pretty sure Forest would join in. Though he's always had a harder time
facing it, he's always hankered after big cock. Otherwise I wouldn't be
slipping in his damn bed. Heh. I remember, after climbing over the gate into
Thor's stall -- how he'd watched as I tried as hard as I could to blow that dumb,
arrogant god of a stallion. How hunger shone in Forest's eyes as he watched me
give up on the blowjob, turn round, bend over, and let Thor's cock sink into my
spunk-sloppy ass. How drool ran out of Forest's as Thor's haunches roared into
action. How Forest face had shone with awe and envy when, after absorbing
Thor's load, I bent over, pulled open my buttcheeks, and showed him the gaping crater
of my butthole. Bubbling with horse cum like lava.

Thor would've done Forest. I swear I saw the stallion pawing
the floor, snorting, eyes heavily lidded, cock twitching between his hind legs,
limp but not finished. All Forest had to do was hop the gate. I'd have lubed
him up. Loosened him a bit, slipping my hand into his rectum. I could tell by
the look in Forest's eyes he knew it could happen. But fear prevailed. Forest
sighed, turned, and walked out of the barn. When I hopped back out of the
horse's stall into the human part of the stable, I found Forest's jism
streaking the stable door. I grinned. Yeah, I guess Thor and me had put on one
hell of a porn show.

Taking different tactics, I tried again that night in bed.
After fucking him -- I swear I juiced Forest's ass with half a gallon of
patented Horseboy spunk -- I murmured, "You know if you do it right, it
won't be like it was over there in Enumclaw."

Forest didn't say a damn thing. His eyes went incandescent.
He went down on me. Sucked me hard. Rolled off, meaty ass in the air. I bred
him again. When I invited him out to the sling in the stables, he just shook
his head. And moaned in dreamland, and left out sheets soaked with torrents of
jizz.

So. For a while, I had the run of the stables to myself.
That didn't last long. The transformation starts, of course, in the stable.
Starts with Thor. Starts on a sunny afternoon. Starts with chores.

I now wear either nothing, or a jockstrap. Ah, yes, good
rich funky jockstraps, crusty with dry horse jizz that's leaked from my cunt. I
made it clear to Forest that hat, jockstrap, nudity, and boots were me,
now. Who I was. Don't ask me to change. So, all off-farm duties have devolved
onto him.

Forest seems resigned to my addiction to horsecock. Wistful.
Without shame I let the stallions breed me. Strut for 'em. Beg for what they
got in those bulging sheaths. Forest has caught me time after time in one stall
or another, neglecting my chores, helpless, moaning and whoring myself out for
arm-sized animal dick. A horseboy's gotta do what a horseboy's gotta do.

Thor eats like a god. Not surprisingly. Something's gotta
fuel the creation of all that luscious horse semen. Keep them muscles primed
and ready to pump. So the day this transformation happens, I tote a bag of feed
on my shoulders, emptying it into his feeder. I've left the stall door open in
case I need another.

Thor's frisky. Think of a horny, dumb, blond, stoned
teenaged surfer with balls the size of cantaloupes. Bobbing on his hind legs,
he wants to mount up, drive it home, and ride me to mutual bliss. I grin to
myself. The sight of my pucker turns on Thor. He's behind me. Watching. I feel
his thoughts crackling in his mind. Yeah, monkey, I wanna open that hole up
again. Yeah, monkey, you smell sexy, but I don't smell my colt in you. Yeah,
money, just bend over a little more and I'll give that hungry little cunt the
best a stallion's got. Thor keeps sticking his tongue in my hair. Nibbling
on my neck. Slithering his tongue down my spine. Nipping at my buttocks. He
wants me spread wide, looking back at him, hunger blazing in my eyes. That's a
moment every stud lives for.

The horse's naked lust always puts me in the mood. Heh. Like
I'm ever not in the mood. When I finish emptying the feed I reach for my bottle
of lube. I always carry lube with me now. I'm going through this stuff like George
W. Bush does cocaine. You need a lot of lube to grease up horse dong. I wonder
if they sell it in 55-gallon drums. Yeah. Not a bad idea. Set it by the sling.
Stick a hang pump down the bung. I grin, picturing my solemn face as I pump out
handfuls of lube, a line of stallions waiting, cocks extended, tails twitching,
grunting impatiently. Needing service.

I step out of my slimy jock. It reeks of Shaka Rex's jism.
I've been straining to keep that beasts load where it belongs, but I've leaked
plenty of it anyway. Still, it feels like I still got a thousand dollars of stallion
spunk in my rectum. The scent of stallions drowns out my own natural crotch funk.
This is right. I wanna be a horse.

Turning to Thor, I grin.

"Let's party."

Thor tosses his head. A stud eager to breed, he struts towards
me. His huge, fat dong slaps twice against his belly and begins stiffening. I'm
about to pour a dollop of lube out when his teeth close on my left nipple. I
let out a groan they must've heard all the way in town. Thor's bite is way
over the line, well into painful territory.

"Christ, Thor!" I growl. But a moan escapes me.
This isn't a bad excursion into something beyond. Thor -- hell, all the
stallions -- knows my vulnerability. I'm sure Sultan told every one of 'em.
I've seen them congregate in the pastures, heard them whicker as they look at
me, and watched their cocks drop. A team of breeders, exchanging pointers on
how to get that horny Horseboy to do what they want.

I ride the pain until, like butter, it melts into pleasure.

"Oh, that's nice, buddy." I pull back, stretching flesh.
Yeah, you make it with stallions, it's all about being stretched.

Crash!

What the fuck?

I shake my head. Christ, I swear I hear cartoon birds
twittering as they orbit my ringing head. As soon as I realize I've backpedaled
into the wall, I start thinking Thor's ripped my nipple off. The pain's that
exquisite. Quick check. No blood. Whew. Above me Thor's head looms. He sneers
at me, twisting his head, shaking his mane. His lips curl. Then he whirls. His
hooves clatter as he dashes through the stall gate. He gallops down the
stables.

"You teasing son of a bitch!"

It must've been a ridiculous spectacle. Me running after
Thor. Wearing nothing but boots, a hardon, and carrying a bottle of lube. When
they finally make sitcoms about bestiality (Mr. Ed, dumb but sexy, was just a
tease) there'll be a scene just like this. If HBO ever contacts me about this
idea, I'll let you know when it's scheduled to be broadcast.

Shit! Dammit! Shit! Here I am, all primed for horsecock,
ready to get bred, and my studfucker's playing games. I just know I'm gonna run
out of the stallions' stables and see Thor, tail streaming like a knight's
gonfalon, darting through the gate, kicking up dust, horse dong surging as he
charges off to rape the world.

Can't blame Thor. Hell, if I was a horse, that's what I'd
do. Or maybe I'd be kicking my hooves at the door to the mares' stables. I
grin to myself. Yeah, buddy, there's some fine pussy in their too. Can't say
that I blame you for wanting a change of pace.

Chest heaving, I dart out of the stables, pause, sweeping my
gaze around the farm.

I chuckle. The breeding corral. Thor must've jumped the
fence. I chuckle. Well, I guess we all got our fantasies. He's cantering in a
circle, cracking his tail like a whip, ears laid back. Impatient motherfucker.

Question is -- should I?

What a stupid fucking question. Of course I must! I
run for the fence.

One foot on a rail, and I freeze, hearing a phantom
admonition.

"If you're going to fuck my horses," Forest told
me while I was wiping stallion juice off my face, "you do it inside.
Don't play that game you played with Sultan. The hills have eyes. You never
know when some damn camper or Mormons on a hike will be out there. And if they
see you with horsecock up your ass -- they'll freak and the cops'll swoop in
and tear this place apart. I'm not gonna let you destroy my life because you've
got a hankering for horsecock."

Good point. It's happened before. And now that I've started,
how can I live without big throbbing horse dick?

I hop the fence and trot after Thor. He wheels. He's ready.
Impatient. Bucking up just a bit. Showing off rippling muscles. His sleek coat.
Powerful haunches. That cock. Goddamn. When he breeds me that motherfucker's
going to blast me into the next county. His cock's so swollen from excitement
his sheath looks overstuffed. Thor's almost flaring. A fat warm of equine
precum shimmers on the end of his twitching dong. This is gonna by a rough,
brutal fuck.

The way we both like it.

Thor settles down enough for me to grease up his shaft. He
loves it, thrusting his haunches forward as my fist slides over his superheated
skin. No need to anoint my butthole. There's plenty of lube there, refreshed by
the sweat that's bloomed between my buttcheeks during my chase. A handful of
Shaka Rex's sperm dribbles from my hole. I giggle. Hell. My butthole's winking
like a mare.

I bend forward. I ease under Thor. Immediately his cockhead
begins stabbing at my butt. Missing the mark. This is always the hard part. Thor
can sense but not see the hole he wants. His instincts are gauged more to
serving a mare.

"Settle down, dammit!"

I brace one hand against Thor's left foreleg. With my right,
I guide his cockhead against my cunt. For a brief moment it feels like
someone's trying to shove a watermelon up my ass. Thor cries out, thrusts, and
skewers me.

"Fuck yeah!"

From zero percent horsecock to one hundred percent horsecock
in less than a second. Man, that's a transformation that'll make you feel like
a god.

Thor ain't gonna wait for me to adjust. Let the fucking
begin! The horse's huge cock churns lube and sloppy cum into froth. I brace my
right hand against Thor other foreleg. Shut my hunch back into his thrusts.

The only disappointing thing about being sodomized by a
stallion is that I can't feel his big balls bouncing off my buttcheeks. That's
one advantage getting manfucked will always have. The damn sheath is awesome.
It reminds you that an animals' fucking you. Something perverse. Something
alien. But fuck, I'd love to hear the smacking sound of horse balls against
human ass. Feel those sizzling hot orbs brand me.

Thor dishes out maybe ten long fuckstrokes, full stallion
length. I think he's getting in the groove. Savoring the tight tube that's worshipping
his horsecock. But no. Thor's horny as shit. Ten strokes and the damn bursts. He
erupts in me, displacing the remains of Shaka Rex's hot slime. Giant dollops of
horsejism fart from my asshole, painting Thor's sheath and our thighs. His
cock, fully embedded, throbs in me with each jet. I swear the head flares
somewhere just behind my sternum. My humanity seems to be crushed out of me,
leaving just a horse-hungry void in its place.

Thor's derisive snort resonates through his cock into me. A
hind hoof stamps in irritation. Clearly he's feeling a little shame. Embarrassed,
maybe, that he blew a load so quickly in my ass. Hmm. Wonder why. Dumb, stoned,
surfer teen mentality? Possibly. Could it be because he's never gotten sloppy
seconds off Shaka Rex? Heh. Sexual tension between the stallions. I'll have to
keep this in mind, when the next batch of mares lifts their tails for their
allowance of equine jizz.

You, uh, mind, Colonel, if I run to the bathroom? I gotta
take care of some ... business.

Keep your pants on, soldier.

We're grunting so loud -- bullshit, I'm too wrapped up in
the feeling of horsecock up my butt -- that I don't hear the roar of Forest's
pickup coming up the lane. Don't hear the brakes squeal. Don't hear the door
slam. But goddamned if we don't hear Forest yell.

"Goddammit, Horseboy!"

Thor doesn't give a fuck. He saws on, slicing his big cock
through the tightest hole he's ever drilled. He's a stallion. He's doing what
comes naturally. He keeps churning away. I think I hear him chortling above me.
But me? I jump. Squeeze down with my rectum. That gets a reaction from Thor.
More furious pounding. That makes me forget Forest. My back arches 'cause I'm
Thor's mare and he's fucking me. My hardon snaps against my belly. What a sight
we must've made. Thor's foam-flecked balls, swaying as he saws away. His body,
surging with power. My own balls, barely contained in a jockstrap slimy with a
cup of horse jism. Neither of us giving a fuck. Stallion and slut Horseboy, too
wrapped up in giving the other what he wants to worry about some bitching,
screaming farmer.

"Horseboy!" Forest sounds like a drill sergeant.

"Just a minute!" I yell from beneath the
stallion's belly. "I'm kinda busy!"

"Dammit, Forest, I'm fucking a horse. I can just tell
him 'scuse me' and walk away!"

After a few more minutes of hard equine pounding, Thor empties
his balls into me, roaring like a blast furnace. When his fat cock stops
filling me he doesn't move. Doesn't take it out. I sense his head turning to
stare contemptuously at Forest. I feel his heart hammering against my back.
Attaboy. Thor's not about to give up. He's still got plenty of ammunition in
his balls.

Thor neighs, forbidding me to move. He stuffs him in deep.
Damn. That's sweet. I writhe against his back.

"C'mon, Forest, let us have another round!"

"Horseboy!" His roar echoes like thunder.

Playtime's over.

I ease forward, ignoring Thor's warning rumbles. Pop. Half a
gallon of Thor's jism blusters out of my asshole. I feel like Old Faithful must
feel when it empties itself. Groaning, stretching, I stand up. Thor awards me
a light love nip on the back of my neck. As I walk towards Forest -- who's
standing with his folded arms resting on the fence -- I brush horse hair off my
back. Not easy, given it's plastered to my body with sweat.

"Climb over the fence. Get over here. Christ. I think
he's gonna rape you."

I glance back. Yep. Thor trots after me, rearing, bouncing,
cock still hard and draped with jism. He's gonna fuck me. I stick my butt out.
I too can be a tease. Wanna fuck this cunt, stud? Before Thor can mount
up again, I shakily climb over the fence. A tail of spunk dribbles from my
crater. It plasters to my thigh as I jump to the ground.

"Turn around."

I sigh. I turn. I brace myself against the fence. Forest
really lets loose on my ass. A two handed spanking. It doesn't do a damn thing
to cure my hardon. But it does seem to fascinate Thor. He trots close, still sporting
a slimy horse boner. He watches Forest beat me raw, snickering, whickering,
grunting approval when Forest lands a good blow. How dare I leave him
unsatisfied.

I'm about to spew a river of my own slime across my belly
when Forest decides I've had enough.

"Did I make my point clear?" he growls in my ear.

"Yeah." I rise up on the balls of my feet. Crank
myself over the fence. "Take a look what the horse has been doing to
me." I wink. "I got molestered by an animal, Forest. Can you believe
it?"

"I know what he's been doing to you. And you're the
molester."

I look at Forest over my shoulder. Flex my buttocks at him.
"You want to fuck me? Get sloppy seconds off one of your studs?"

"What's the point? I wouldn't feel anything. Come on. I
got you a present."

"What?"

"It's in the back of the pickup."

Forest makes me fetch it for him. It's obvious what it's
for. The contraption's basically built like a tall sawhorse. One end is taller than
the other. The crossbar supports a long, black leather pad, firm as any barber
chair. There are leather sockets where you can place your knees. Strong wooden
platforms snap down near the high end. They rest on fold-down supports.

This motherfucking breeding station isn't light. It's also
bulky as hell. Good thing I've kinda gotten use to shouldering a horse on my
back. Forest leads Thor into the stables while I'm still wrestling my new toy towards
the door. Thor, his dong hanging in a long, sweet arc between his hind legs,
looks wistfully over his shoulder at me. He kicks as he vanishes through the
door. I hear Forest telling him to settle down. Thor farts derisively.

I set the damn breeding station down near our slings. The
stallions watch with bright-eyed interest. Sultan nods his head, seeming right
away to guess the thing's purpose. Shaka Rex stares at it with eyes slitted
with suspicion. Red Peril, our ornery bastard, kicks at his stall door, staring
at it, neighing, whirling away, and returning to stare at it again.

"I started with Shaka Rex. Then Thor. Then Thor wants
to do it some more. He's a nice horsie. I think I'm his bitch."

Thor whickers at us over his stall door.

Forest pulls my face to him. Kisses me with a lewd, wet
tongue. He grins. "It's hot watching you with the horses. But I'm gonna
show you who's boss here. Climb on board."

I shrug. What the hell. Sling for horses. So long as I get
the meat I crave, what does it matter? I plant my knees in the cups and ben
forward. The leather feels cools against my chest. That won't last long. The
thing elevates me a bit. Which'll make it easier for the taller stallions, which
have to squat a bit to cram their cock in my hole.

"Hey, you know," I say, "if this thing had a
cover, you know, a support to take his weight ... they could really lay into
me."

"Thanks for the suggestion, Doctor of Horsefucking,"
Forest says. "Ready for your first customer?"

"Bring 'em on!"

Forest, chuckling, heads to Red Peril's stall. That feisty
son of a bitch comes out bouncing. Ready to screw. It quivers like an iron
beam between his legs. Flared -- damn, these studs are doing a number on my
poor anus -- and drooling. He lets out a fierce trumpet and surges against
Forest's. Forest manages to keep him under control.

"Horseboy," Forest growls, "he's gonna fuck
you. There ain't nothing I can do to stop him."

I laugh. "That's what I'm here for."

For a moment the stallion stops and stares. His ears shift. Red
Peril picks up the purpose of the breeding station real quick. He shakes his
head, freeing himself of Forest's grasp. He trots up. His eyes are manic. He
sniffs between my buttcheeks. Snorts. He's getting sloppy seconds again, and I
can tell he's getting tired of this. Red Peril wants a fresh butthole to breed.
Too bad, buddy. You got too many sexy stallmates.

Is Red Peril going to say no to my tight hole? Fuck no. He's
no idiot. Maybe a cumsloppy human butthole isn't his fantasy, but it's a hell
of a lot tighter than a mare's cunt. And he knows I love to milk stallion cock.

Hmm. Wonder what Red Peril's fantasy is? Betcha it's him and
a herd of mares. Yeah, I'm pretty sure Red Peril really likes the mare. Sure,
he'll service me, but he'd love to spend his hours sawing away at a mare's
cunt. Having done the deed myself, can't say that I blame him.

Shuddering, the stallion lunges forward. The lips of his
sheath kiss my ring. He convulses. He whimpers as if this is the best thing
he's ever felt. Goddamn, that means something, coming from studs like this, which
spend their entire lives fucking. Red Peril's thrusts come like a tank brigade.
Metallic. Unstoppable. Brutal. Thundering.

An earthquake spasms through Red Peril. His cock lurches.
His whinnying brings dust down from the rafters. Red Peril floods my guts with
cum. His tail thrashes. He whips his dong out of me. Damn. I've been used as a
jackoff toy. I feel sordid. Heh. That's a great feeling.

There's a gleam in Forest's eye I like a lot. "Tell ya
what," he says. "I'll let 'em all out. Let them decide!"

Forest moves as faster as I've ever seen him, running down
the aisles, undoing the latches on the doors. The stallions emerge. Heads turn.
Whickers rumble. A throng of hardons comes towards me. It'd be a sinister
sight, if you weren't crazy for horsecock. Like me.

"Bring 'em on!" I breathe. I arch my back.
"Come on!"

The gangbang begins. Shaka Rex is first to mount up. He
works me, snorting, puffing, his black coat glistening over his muscles like
liquid obsidian. Having emptied his balls earlier he takes his time. But the
time he juices me I'm almost sore. But that's not the end. Next in the saddle
is Steely Dan, an older stallion, father of many colts, some of whom have won
races. Man, the old guys still got it. Two in a row from him. After him, I kind
of loose track. A horde of horsecocks assaults me. I dissolve into bliss and
ecstasy.

Finally I call a halt. Forest seizes Red Peril's bridle.
Yep. He was back from another sloppy fuck. Forest hauls him away.

I stand. My cock is soaked with sweat and precum. Ropes of
horsejism hang from my balls. I brush bits of horse fur off my back and butt. Stallions
swarm around the breeding station. One or two lift a hind leg, making sure I
get a good look at their cocks. There's plenty of rape in the air. I feel like
the new guy in the prison shower.

But. I gotta show appreciation for my new toy.

"All right," I growl, pumping my hips at Forest.
"Horseboy wants to do some breeding."

He grins. "'Bout time. Hardest thing in the world is
getting you to top."

Forest starts to undo his belt. Shaking my head, I stop him.
I take him by the shoulder, and guide him into place on the breeding station.
He fits his knees into position and leans forward on the support. I take two
good handfuls of his jeans and rip. The waist doesn't yield, but I don't give a
fuck. His beefy butt's right in front of my hardon, ready for breeding. I pound
my chest and let out a Tarzan yell.

"Ready?"

"Hold on," Forest says. "Lube."

I wink. "Gotcha."

I think my innovation really gets Forest going. When Forest
sees my hand reaching towards the horsespunk-dripping cunt I got behind my
balls, his eyes get real wide. They way yours might when you see a hot piece of
male flesh strutting down the beach. My butthole sucks up my hand inside. I'm
that loose. My fist emerges coated with rich, creamy semen. I smear the amoeba
of cum all along my shaft.

"Damn," Forest breathes.

"You gotta get to know your beast."

I smear the remainder of the stallions' jism on Forest's
asshole. His cunt slurps that stuff up. I line up. And I ram home.

"Shit!" A big puff of air escapes him.

"Sorry, man," I grunt, churning in his guts,
"but I ain't in the mood to be kind and loving?" I spit on the back
of his neck. "You fuck animals and you start going crazy, you know,
Forest!" I jab so hard my balls crack like a whip against his. "You
know you like it."

I snarl, "This is gonna be rough, Forest. Gonna be the
roughest you've ever had!"

I seize his hips. Growing, I fuck crazily at his butthole.
Forest writhes beneath me. Jizz is really too thick to make good lube. Maybe I
should spit in this stuff, but fuck it. I like the sensation of sliding on
horsespunk.

Man. I really wish I had a bigger cock. Forest's just not as
tight as I'd wish. Even after going some time without fisting him, he's still
got a loose hole. Not a complaint. Fuck. It's awesome to be on top. To be in
charge. To look down and see some weak, helpless creature, writhing on your
cock, hands clenching, clawing at the leather, so eager for your cum. For you
to hose down those guts with your hot sauce. For him to feel your life entering
him, invading him, taking him over, and repurposing his existence to serve you.

I look over at Sultan, who's watching me. His big head nods.
So does mine. We know what the other one's thinking. His cock twitches. Is he
asking me for permission to climb aboard next?

Sweat dribbles down my nose. I lean forward over Forest,
jabbing and stabbing at him. His grunts turn to pleas for mercy. Fuck that
shit! Horseboy's breeding the boss man. No one's getting any mercy!

A potent, funky fog surrounds us. Man, the smell is heady.
Trippy. Quivery. Unreal. Most of it is due to me. I stink of horse. Forest might
pungent as any high school quarterback's jockstrap, but the musk of horses
overpowers what dregs of humanity still cling to me. Horseboy is my true
name -- finally. Horse first, human second. I seem hypersensitive to odors. I
recognize fragments of Thor and Shaka Rex. Remnants of their sweat -- worked up
while buttfucking me -- wrap me like a second skin. Even Sultan who, I guess,
since he was the first stallion who took my cherry, retains some claim on
ownership.

Damn. My old bedroom. When I was a kid. When touching
myself where they warned me not to touch felt so damn good. Things I haven't
smelled in years surround me. Clean cottony sheets. Crisp white underwear.
Fresh white socks. Soap. Goodness. Home. Classic American vision of sane life.
Damn. I even remember my own crotch, fresh from the bath. Getting adolescent
funky, since I'm frigging myself.

The next moment: I'm looking at my scrawny self from across
the room. Gallons of blood surge into my cock. My hooves make a muffled sound
on the carpet as I strut towards the bed. I swish my tail. I straddle my own
bed. I see the look of recognition in my teenaged self's eyes. I nestle my
unbelievably huge cockhead against that impossibly tiny pucker. I whinny and
ram home.

The next moment: the stables. Something so tight squirms on
my cock. Goddamn. I want to fucking breed the rest of my goddamned life!

But something's wrong. No. Different. I'm not looking at the
back of Forest's head. I'm looking right down at flecks of hay strewn on the
stable floor. Something warm and tiny writhes against my belly. I churn my cock
forward. Foot after foot after foot --

I really start to churn my big dong. Pure fucking heaven
resonates through my body, from withers to haunches. Yeah. I'll show him. Fucker's
been begging for it. Telling me I can't do this. Telling me I can't do that.
Goddamn, if I wanna breed with a horse in the goddamned open, I will! Who the
hell does this mare think he is? He lives only to service my cock!

"Goddamn, Horseboy! You're killing me! Take it
out!"

My head cranes back and I send a trumpet that echoes through
the stall.

I churn. I fuck. My balls feel the size of watermelons.
Fuck! They are the size of watermelons! My cocks as long as an arm!

Shit yeah! I'm a stallion!

Orgasm roars through me like a hurricane. I breed that
fucking tight asseed faggot. I pour gallon after gallon of juice up his fucking
goddamned sweet monkey butt. I juice for five minutes straight. It's awesome,
man. Feeling my own cum back flushing from his butthole. Twitching as red-hot
worms of jism pain my thighs. Smelling the sizzling stench of my own damn
horsespunk!

I dismount from Forest with the lewdest squelch you can
imagine. Forest doesn't move. Just reclines on the support, panting, trying to
regain his wits. I trot behind him, edging Sultan out of the way. Yeah. Look at
that hole. So deep, so wide that if my mare had opened his mouth light would've
shot out his ass. Heh. Wrong. Look at that cum, man, crawling out of him like an
albino anaconda. Fuck! Forest is Horseboy's spunk from his goddamned asshole up
to his damn lungs!

I stomp a fore hoof and roar in triumph. The other stallions
begin to cavort around me.

Forest rolls off the breeding station, collapsing to the floor.
He stares at me as I trot towards him.

"I don't know what the hell's going on," Forest
gasps, staggering to his feet. "But this is fucking crazy shit!"

He turns and races towards the stables door.

Come back! I got something to give you! Heh. Fine. You wanna
play that game, I'll play too. But I'm not going to go easy on you this time!
I'm really gonna dish it out. I'm gonna fuck you so hard my cockhead pushes all
the way through you and comes out your mouth!

Framed in the door, Forest looks back at this new stallion
-- the stallion named Horseboy -- cantering towards him. I skid to a halt ten
feet away. I trumpet to Forest, stomping my hoof. Come back here, you hot assed
mare! I got a couple yards of horsecock that wants to seed you! Make you the
mother of my colts. Come here, Forest! Horseboy wants to breed!

I wheel. My hooves clop on the floor. My giant hardon feels a
mile long. A stable full of stallions stares at me. I think they're as shocked
as Forest. Smell 'em. Yes. The hay makes me hungry, but there's some damn sexy
beasts locked in here with me. I neigh. Those horny bastards want it. Crave
sex. Find their equine god in the pleasure they blast from their balls.

Well, boys. Let your new stallion Horseboy teach you a new
kind of pleasure.

Neighing, I trot towards them. Sort of the tremble Nervous.
Yeah. They'll be the bottoms. I squat. Let loose an ocean of pee. Smell me,
boys. This is Horseboy. Then I trumpet loud enough to shatter the rafters.